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1. Then take defiance, death, and mortal wår. 2. Hàste !to his ear the glad report convèy. 3. Stretch to the ràce !-Awày!-Away! 4. Let what I will, be fàte. 5. O Solyman!-regardless chief!-Awake. 6. Come, mighty Monarch, hàste!—the fortress gàin 7. Wherefore, O Warriors! make your promise vàin? 8. Conquest awàits you. Sèize the glorious prize. 9. “ Hàste! Let us storm the gates,” he said, and flew. 10. The cry was—“ Tidings! from the host,
“Of weight. —A messenger comes post.' 11. Arm, valiant chief !—For fight prepare. 12. "To arms!—To arms!”-A thousand voices cried. 13. “ Forbèar! The field is mine,”—he cries.. 14. “Who dares to fly from yonder swords”-he cries,
“Who dares to tremble, by this weapon dies." 15. Stand-Bayard ! — Stànd!—the steed obeyed. 16. To àrms! The foemen storm the wall. 17. Wàr! War!-aloud with general voice they cry. 18. Hàste! Pass the sèas. Thy flying sails employ;
Fly hence! Begòne! 19. 'Tis death I sèek; but ere I yield to fate,
I trust to crush thèe with my falling weight. 20. Him by his arms Rambaldo knows, and cries,
“What seek'st thou hère, or whither wouldst thou bend?” 21. O cruel Tancred !-cease! —at last relènt. 22. “ Speed Malise ! speed !”—he loudly cried,
“The mustering place is Lanrick mead;
Speed forth the signal, Norman! Speed!” 23. Peace! Peace!—To other than to me,
Thy words were evil augury.
24. Warriors attend! survey this bloody sword.
“ Should every fiend to whom thou 'rt sold
Attack the murderer of your lord.” 27. “Ye Warriors brave !-attend my words,” he said. 28. With monarch's voice, “ Go!—and repènt,”-he cried. 29. Rise! Rise !-ye Citizens, your gates defend;
Behold the fòe at hand. 30. “Return ye Warriors!”--thus aloud he cried. . 31. Fly Argillan! Behold the morning nigh. 32. “What bring'st thou hère?”—she cried.
“Lo war and death I bring," the chief replied. 33. Oh! burst the bridge, and me alone expose. 34. Still, still he breathes; Our Tancred still survives. 35. Hènce ! hòme, you idle creatures!—get you hòme.
You blocks,---you stones,-you worse than senseless
things. 36. Wò to the wretch who fails to rear,
At this dread sign, his ready spear. 37. “Up! comrades up!—in Rokeby's halls,
Ne'er be it said our courage falls.” 38. Back! on your lives, ye menial pack. 39. Boldly she spake, “ Soldiers attend !
My father was the soldier's friend.”
Confrồnt the battery's jaws of flame!
My Guàrd !--my chosen,-charge for Frànce,
Frånce, and Napoleon." 43. “ Sòldiers !—stand firm,” exclaimed the British chief,
England shall tell the fight." 44. The combat deepens, “ On ye bràve!
Who rush to glory or the gràve.” 45. Bùrst the storm on Phocis' walls!
Rise!or Greece forever falls. 46. Yet, though destruction sweep these lovely plains
Rise! Fellow men !-our country yet remains. 47. Where was thine àrm, O vengeance ? and thy rod,
That smote the foes of Zion and of God? 48. Angels! and ministers of Gràce! defend us;
Sàve me,—and hover o'er me with your wings,
Ye heavenly Guàrds !
And do you now cull out a holiday?
Begòne! 50. Avàunt !-Fly thither whence thou fled'st; if from this
Back to the infernal pit I drag thee chàin'd. 51. And I heard an angel, flying through the midst of hea
ven, saying with a loud voice
“Wo, wo, wo, to the inhabitants of the earth." 52. But God said unto him, “Thou fool!—this night thy
soul shall be required of thee.” 53. And he cried and said, " Father Abraham! Have mer
cy upon me.'